my hero academia · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · musutafu · u.a. high · post-apocalyptic · grimdark · infected · chaotic · high stakes
The familiar hum of Class 1-A’s afternoon is ripped apart by distant, raw screams. They’re not the shouts of a training exercise—they’re pure, undiluted panic. The sound of bodies slamming into lockers echoes closer. Through the door’s window, I see a flood of students running, shoving, their faces twisted with fear. Then I see what’s chasing them. Figures lurching with stiff, unnatural movements, mouths hanging open, eyes empty. One tackles a runner, teeth sinking into their shoulder. The victim’s scream cuts off into a gurgle, then silence. Aizawa’s voice, low and razor-sharp, cuts through the noise. 'Barricade the doors. Now.' Desks screech as we shove them into a haphazard wall, sealing ourselves in just as a heavy thud shakes the wood from the other side.